Enemy attack

Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "Lane, who was on the tree trunk, was the first to react and shouted a warning.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "The sound of something breaking through the air could be heard one after another. Another guard fell, followed by a palace maid next to him who also fell to the ground, clutching her chest that was bleeding profusely.

The shadow guards reacted immediately, and a dozen of them quickly formed a phalanx, protecting the princess in the center.

Rustling sounds could be heard from the surrounding forest. Under the cover of the dark night and the dense forest, countless people rushed over.

Finally, they came. Sir Lane thought to himself. After a few traitors appeared in the ranks, Sir Lane had long anticipated that there would be an attack by outlaws. So, he gave up the main road to Bideslane and chose the uninhabited Morphey Forest instead. He didn't expect to encounter an enemy attack as soon as he left Morphey Forest.

No! There's a spy! Lane suddenly realized how could there be an enemy attack as soon as they left Morphey Forest? Someone must have tipped them off. Lane quickly jumped off the tree trunk and ran towards the princess.

Sir Lane was very aggrieved. Although he could hide his tracks with the help of the dense forest, the dense forest also obscured his line of sight. When did this group of enemies appear? Sir Lane actually did not notice. If it was elsewhere, Sir Lane believed that he would not have been discovered by the enemy so close.

Just as Lane rushed into the crowd of guards protecting the princess, there was a commotion. The last remaining guard of the princess actually drew his sword and slashed at a nearby shadow guard. Two shadow guards on the other side also suddenly attacked and injured their colleagues next to them. Suddenly, the formation of the guards protecting the princess was broken. The surrounding rain of arrows was endless. Broken limbs and blood spilled everywhere. Although the shadow guards were Faustian's elite troops, they were in a mess under such a passive attack. Everyone could only protect themselves.

Lane used his impetus and slapped away the shadow guard in front of him. He didn't know if there were any traitors now, so he rushed straight to the princess. Several shadow guards couldn't see who was coming, so they stabbed Lane a few times, but Lane blocked them one by one.

"Princess, let's go!" Lane pulled Angelina, who was holding a book, and ran into the depths of the jungle. The surrounding rain of arrows gradually stopped, and dozens of masked men in black rushed out.

This group of men in black slashed at anyone they saw, completely disregarding the chaotic scene. "Don't! I'm one of you! " The guard who betrayed the princess had just raised his hand when the two masked men in black cut off his head. The guard's eyes were filled with fear and confusion before he died.

The chaos continued, and the remaining hidden guards were still struggling. This group of men in black was not strong, and the dozens of them were temporarily held back by the remaining hidden guards. Lionheart did not dare to care about the lives of his subordinates, and without looking back, he pulled the princess and ran forward. At this time, there were only two hidden guards left beside them. The others had either died in the chaos just now or were surrounded by the masked men.

Clayon roughly observed the direction and decisively ordered, "Let's go! Run southeast! " He dragged the frightened Angelina and ran, and the two shadow guards hurriedly followed behind.

The killing in the camp was still going on, and the remaining hidden guards were getting fewer and fewer. The number had dropped from more than ten to four. The four hidden guards resisted wave after wave of attacks with their backs against each other. More masked men fell around them, but a steady stream of people rushed out of the jungle, making the remaining hidden guards even more desperate.

Finally, the battle ended when the last hidden guard was exhausted and captured. A strong man walked out from behind the crowd. "Speak! Where are the rest of them? "The big man asked with a grim face.

The hidden guard's reply was expressionless silence.

"You're asking for it." The big man kicked the hidden guard's right leg, and in an instant, the guard's right knee was bent irregularly. Crack! The bone was probably broken.

The hidden guard's face turned pale, but he did not say a word. As the elite troops of Faustian and the king's hidden knife, every member of the hidden guard had undergone unimaginable training. Most of them were orphans or street children, and their loyalty to Faustian and His Majesty was unquestionable. Lane joining the hidden guard as a noble was just a coincidence and an exception.

"Hmph! Faustian's tough bones, "the big man scolded in disgust." Get rid of him! "The big man waved his hand to command the masked men around him.

The hidden guard's expression didn't change before he died, but there was a glimmer in his eyes, showing his desire to live.

From the big man's words, it was obvious that they didn't belong to Faustian.

"Is Viscount Marxip's information reliable?" the big man muttered. They were indeed not Faustians, but Shalorians. This group of masked men was Viscount Marxip's private army in the southern province of Shalor. The big man leading them was a powerhouse that Viscount Marxip had recruited from his territory at a high price. He had the strength of a low-rank Knecht.

"Continue searching! Find them for me! "the big man ordered. Viscount Marxip didn't explain clearly who the target was. He had to make me come personally, the big man thought unhappily.

The big man did have the right to be arrogant. Although he was a low-rank Knecht, he was one of the best. He had reached the peak of a low-rank Knecht and could advance to a mid-rank Knecht at any time. All he needed was an opportunity.

Lane pulled the princess and continued to run into the dense forest. If it weren't for the princess's noble identity, he would have carried her and run away. Although the princess had participated in court swordsmanship training and her physique was much stronger than ordinary women, it was still not enough for a Knecht like him. Court swordsmanship only had gorgeous moves and beautiful dance steps. It didn't help at all in actual combat. Princess Angelina was already running with all her might, but she could only keep up with Lane's pace.

Lane left decisively. He clearly felt that among the endless stream of attackers, there was a strong person who was not as strong as him, but not by much. It was no problem for him to hold him back. What he had to do was to protect the princess's safety, not to fight to the death. The number of enemies attacking was obviously several times greater than theirs. He was only a mid-rank Knecht. Even if he could fight a dozen alone, he would still be exhausted to death. In the end, the princess would be kidnapped, and he would die in battle. Fortunately, Sir Lane had left in time to prevent them from being annihilated.

A few hours later, the four of them were still shuttling through the jungle quickly. Although they didn't see any pursuers behind them, they still didn't dare to relax. The forest was too dense and there were many steep rocks, so they couldn't see the situation in the distance at all. The two shadow guards and Lane were only panting after a long run. Princess Angelina's face was flushed. She could no longer feel her legs, so she was just running mechanically.

"Go to the cave in front!" Lane also found that the princess had reached her limit. After looking around, he saw a stone cave not far away. His eyes lit up, and he immediately led the three of them over.

After Lane smashed the head of a coyote in the cave with one hand, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. This place was temporarily safe.

After a short rest, the two shadow guards walked to the entrance of the cave dutifully and took over Lane's task of guarding. Lane didn't leave the cave entrance. Instead, he guarded it with his two remaining men. The two shadow guards were different from Lane, who had a noble title. Both of them were orphans. After being adopted by the king, they had long dedicated their lives to the Kingdom of Faustian. The current predicament was nothing to them. As long as they weren't defeated, as long as the mission wasn't over, they had to persevere to the end. This was Faustian's most elite force.

Princess Angelina wiped the sweat on her forehead in embarrassment. Her petite body couldn't stop trembling. She was already numb when she was running, so she didn't feel much. Now that she was resting, her ankle suddenly began to cramp. However, she couldn't scream. She was afraid that it would cause Lane and the others to worry. As an unmarried princess, as long as a man, other than her relatives, touched her, they would have to break their hands to wash away their sins. This was the sacred and inviolable dignity of the royal family. Therefore, Angelina couldn't ask her three subordinates to help. This kind of thing was too embarrassing, so she could only endure it by herself.

Angelina couldn't help but think that it would be great if her maids were still here. The two personal maids who had accompanied her since she was a child had died in front of her not long ago. She could still clearly remember the screams of the two maids before they died, as well as the scattered blood and broken limbs.

Did just one trip out of the palace cause such a serious impact? Angelina thought in a daze. Before she left the palace, she had already expected that her stepmother would play some tricks, but she didn't expect the consequences to be so serious. Angelina was still too young. Although she was born intelligent, and even her mentor had always praised her talent, Angelina, who had always been under the protection of her father and brother, still underestimated the dangers of the world and the open spears and hidden spears in the palace.

If there was another chance, Angelina would never go out so recklessly. Angelina had learned a lot about maturity after this incident. Our Princess Angelina was only 16 years old at this time.

In the dense forest, the masked men had just checked to see if there were any survivors. Just as they were about to leave, the trunks on both sides of the forest shook violently. Just as the masked men were on alert, a group of soldiers in blood-red soft armour stood everywhere.

"Who are you people?" The strong leader of the masked men asked with a frown. He could smell the scent of blood from this group of people. They were obviously a group of killers who had just come from the battlefield. The strong man also smelled the scent of death. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

The group of soldiers in blood-red leather armour didn't say a word. Their numbers were roughly half of the masked men's, but they just stared at them in silence. The oppressive and quiet atmosphere made the strong man tremble and go crazy. This feeling was very similar to the Faustian men in black he had just encountered. However, the number of men in black they attacked was too small, so it didn't give him a strong feeling. At this time, however, the more people in red armour gave him a lot of pressure. He believed that as long as he went back alive, he would be able to break through soon.

Finally, when the strong man's mind was stretched to the limit, two people in dark red armour, unlike ordinary blood-red leather armour, appeared. The two armoured men looked around, and one of them asked in a hoarse voice, "Which department are you from?"

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